Treehugger at heart
It breaks my heart to hear the chainsaws. I knew what the sound was before I even looked out the back window.
The last wooded lot behind us is being cleared for another unneeded house. It just makes me sick to my stomach. They're cutting down trees that are at least 40 years old, at the very least. The acreage behind us had been an old farm home that had been abandoned long before we moved in 9 years ago. It was peaceful and pretty and wooded. Lots of little critters from racoons to roadrunners lived back there. But not any more.
The sound of the chainsaws and the chains pulling down the tree may be too much for me. We may have to leave and I'll write somewhere else today.
These are the times when my childhood ambition of being a forest ranger all spring back to the surface and I want to go throw rocks at these guys for felling these trees.
The last wooded lot behind us is being cleared for another unneeded house. It just makes me sick to my stomach. They're cutting down trees that are at least 40 years old, at the very least. The acreage behind us had been an old farm home that had been abandoned long before we moved in 9 years ago. It was peaceful and pretty and wooded. Lots of little critters from racoons to roadrunners lived back there. But not any more.
The sound of the chainsaws and the chains pulling down the tree may be too much for me. We may have to leave and I'll write somewhere else today.
These are the times when my childhood ambition of being a forest ranger all spring back to the surface and I want to go throw rocks at these guys for felling these trees.
1 Comments:
At 3:50 PM, August 22, 2007,
Anonymous said…
I'm with ya. I moved from the city to the 'burbs four years ago. I moved out here because all along the small four-lane I drive to and from work are trees and bluffs and nature. Within a few feet of my house in my 45-year-old subdivision is a creek and woods and yes, animals.
A couple years ago, they started razing a patch of land that was full of bluffs and trees. It was often at dusk when I came by and saw turkey standing on the bluffs, or deer peeking out from the edge of the woods, or massive red-tailed hawks swinging lazily through the air. But they came along and razed it all, even the limestone bluffs, taking it down to the red clay dirt that lines this county, digging a huge pit of dirt. They started building mondo "luxury" homes in the pit. Two years later, the red dirt still remains and less than a dozen houses have been built in a dirt pit made for 125 homes. Three of the homes are "display" models. There are no deer or turkey any more, unless you count the ones laying dead on the shoulder of the road.
It just makes me sick. Aren't there already enough houses? And office complexes? And strip malls??
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